Memories and dreams... Memories and hopes and dreams... Jim Arnold felt he was slowly awaking from a great peaceful slumber. His mind wanted to drift,...to relive his life, all the experiences, the good and the bad, the joys and sorrows, the pride of accomplishments, the embarrassments of his failures and being teased, the first girl he ever kissed... It was all floating through in mind, images and memories and dreams, and above everything his emotions, which gave the memories meaning and. “Alright, so you’ve gotten a detailed report that people have been visiting me. I’m very gratified that my absence has been noticed around the neighborhood.”“Rand don’t be like that,” she scolded me. “They’re not spying on you, they’re worried.”“Then why haven’t any of them actually come up to me on the street and asked me how I’m doing?” I asked. “Why haven’t they called the house, or stopped by in the evenings or even emailed?”“I guess they’re just embarrassed. They don’t know what to say. One day Mom caught me in the bathroom, rubbing my pussy and I cried for an hour before she finally convinced me that I had done nothing wrong.”I told her, “Your Mom sounds like our Mom.”Sherry asked her, “Did she explain to you that giving yourself pleasure was natural, but it wasn’t something to let others know about?”“Yes she did and she even took my hand and showed me how to make myself come again. She called it come, and I did too, after that.”“Did you ever see your Dad naked?”“Yes, and I. Hmm... I wondered if he'd accept a blowjob as a tip?I grinned at the naughty thought. Oh my god, I couldn't, could I?"Hey, do you want to want to come inside?" I cooed. "Maybe I could helpyou, like, handle your package?" I giggled."I uh-" He coughed. "I'm sorry." His voice cracked. He swallowed. "But I'vegot a lot of houses to deliver this morning and I uh-" Oh, don't worry," I smirked, "I won't take long." I reached out and traceda finger down his chest. "I'm very good at what I do."He glanced.